Georgie’s grandmother came from Greece. He loved her, but her house smelled a little old and funny. She cooked funny, too – like eggs. Her scrambled eggs turned green, and tasted strange. His mother’s scrambled eggs were yellow, like eggs should be. His grandmother talked funny, and smelled funny, and the house was filled with old things, like a pedal-operated sewing machine and a gramophone with old time black and scratchy records that she played.

When Georgie was a grown man, he accidentally discovered the cause of the green-colored scrambled eggs. His grandmother had used dark green olive oil, which accounted for the “funny” flavor, too. It was at about that same time that he learned that being different, coming from a different culture, or a different religion, or a different church, isn’t wrong, or bad, or evil, and that there’s more than one way to scramble an egg.

When the early church was forming there were those living in Jerusalem who thought that scrambled eggs had to be yellow – I mean, that there was only one way of doing things. They believed members had to be Jewish – not Greeks, not Romans and not anything else.

It was the apostle Paul who forced the issue, eventually convincing everyone eggs could be yellow, green, or covered in red Tabasco – I mean – there’s room for more than one type of Christian faith.

Let’s Pray: Dear God, aren’t there rooms enough in heaven for all of us? Help us get along on earth even when our perspectives differ. Amen.